Devil Seeds

"Hey! Feiyang! I'm so hungry!" Ao Jiaojiao squatted on the ground and said to Yin Feiyang with a wrinkled face.

Yin Feiyang was also hungry at this time.

This feeling of hunger, he has not felt for hundreds of years.

Of course, this taste is definitely not worth remembering.

This reminded him of some memories that were still unforgettable even though they were long ago... Those were not very good memories.

"Wait a little longer! If we can't hold on anymore, we will withdraw from the world. In this situation, it doesn't make sense for us to continue to waste it!" Yin Feiyang said.

Although he was very unwilling, but in such an unfavorable situation, it was too difficult to break out and gain life amidst the siege of the disciples of the Demon Sect.

What's more difficult is that even if they escaped, there is no way to open the extraordinary road of this world, and they can't untie the seal and release their cultivation. live too long.

After a while, it seemed that Mozong had finally received some food.

Even so, there were quite a few people making noise and cheering.

"Elder! You can't eat the ones in the river or on the ground. They are all radiated. You can only dig out some things if you dig into the ground. Everyone will have to eat, and there is also the problem of drinking water... I I tried to filter a bottle of water, the taste might be a little weird, but it didn’t cause any adverse reactions for the time being.” said Zhao Tianlang who successfully brought back the food.

Murong Yun listened to chewing the dry and hard cassava root that had long since died, and said: "Not bad! You did a good job, eat something, take a rest, and then pass on the experience of finding food to everyone. Let others Many people will accompany you to find it!"

Murong Yun hesitated for a moment while talking, and then said: "Raise the fire, and put these tree roots in the fire to roast. Try to roast them as much as possible, and the taste will be slightly better. The elders eat first, and then eat them again." Let the disciples share a point... all restrained! Don't know how to advance and retreat!"

The second half of the sentence was obviously meant for elders like Xue Wuliang.

The dead cassava roots were thrown into the fire, and gradually there was a strange fragrance that permeated the crowd.

When the night fell again and the dark clouds hanging down in the sky became even more gloomy, this scent seemed to have a hint of 'happiness'.

The orthodox monks kept swallowing their saliva.

But he tried his best to turn his head away, not to look at the food that was being baked in the fire.

Yin Feiyang touched Ao Jiaojiao's little head and gave her an encouraging smile.

Then he lowered his head and began to think about the way out.

Little did they know that Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Demon Sect, had already arranged a 'story' for them.

"The current monks of the two ways of righteousness and demons are seriously unbalanced in the development of the gourd. This is actually not good for me. But I can't be too obvious...so the next plot, just It's up to you to start! With this bit of confidence, let's see if you can lower your face and use the message to negotiate with the Mozong. If you don't even have this flexibility...then staying in the Huzhong Realm is just for you If I add trouble, it’s better to clear it out earlier and bring in another group of people.” Ke Xiaoliang looked down at Yin Feiyang at this moment from the perspective of God, thinking in his heart.

Yin Feiyang buried his head, but found that there seemed to be something shining with silver light in the soil under his feet.

He didn't make a move immediately to dig out the thing, but stomped on the sole of his feet without expression.

Waiting for the night to become darker and darker, the sky to fade away, and the fire to flicker but blur the surrounding area.

Only then did he reach out and dig on the ground.

Without any effort, he dug out a silver cross and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Is this... a cross?" Yin Feiyang identified it with his hands, feeling the touch.

In that cave, he had also seen the cross, so he recognized it by the touch.

Inexplicably, a word suddenly appeared in his heart.

A sentence that often appears in that 'diary'.

"Merciful Lord, forgive my sins, Amen!" Yin Feiyang said this sentence in a very weak voice.

"What?" Ao Jiaojiao, who was squatting beside Yin Feiyang, heard a little bit, and then asked in surprise.

"No...!" Yin Feiyang was about to explain, when suddenly the silver cross burst out with energy, enveloping him and pulling him to a specific time and space.

When Yin Feiyang fixed his perspective again, he found that he was already sitting in the church.

Because of her petite stature, her body was blocked by a tall chair.

Yin Feiyang was about to move his body and check his surroundings when he suddenly heard someone talking.

"The Lord has issued an oracle. He will choose death and step into destruction. He will use his own death to bear all the sins of the world. He will bury his last hope in the world and wait for people's self-salvation. After tonight, we all will become unbelievers, because the Lord we believed in will no longer exist." An old and weak voice said.

"Why? Archbishop!"

"Isn't God omnipotent?"

"Why didn't He save us? Why did he let the world be destroyed? Those weapons...the weapons of the despicable and the fallen, even if they hurt Him, they can never kill Him." A younger voice spoke with a Said with a kind of hysteria penetrating into the bones.

"He can create and destroy everything in the world, but he cannot completely control everyone's hearts. The destruction of the world is not His choice, but our own choice. Just like more than four thousand years ago, the flood was not His choice." choice, but our own choice.”

"Because of the flood, the Lord took on the sins of mankind, so he must incarnate in the world, become the Son of God, experience pain in the world, and then return to heaven."

"It's the same now. The Lord let himself be killed by human beings. He used his own body and death to bear people's sins. I hope that with his own death, all the sins will be taken away." The old archbishop said.

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, but he was a little confused.

After all, there are a lot of allusions that he doesn't understand.

He just got a rough idea.

"So, this time there will still be the birth of the Holy Son? After the birth of the Holy Son, sooner or later, we will be able to welcome our Lord back?" the young voice asked.

The archbishop sighed: "Maybe! Maybe so...! If the sins of the world are completely washed away, and when people clearly recognize their mistakes, the Holy Son will step on thorns, stand out from the crowd, and relight the holy fire , exalt heaven."

"Matthew! I'm about to die! I will accompany the Lord's departure, and go to the land of nowhere together."

"And you must persevere! Keep waiting, waiting for the coming and appearance of the Holy Son, waiting for people's awakening and repentance, waiting for everything to be revived, and new shoots will grow on the dead oak tree...!"

"Matthew! Be firm in your faith, even if we no longer have a Lord to believe in... Matthew...!"

In the empty church, the old voice of the archbishop seemed to be the only one left, echoing constantly, until it became faint and inaudible.